Novel My Perfect Doll

This story is about two women who fell in love with each other despite of their different world and personality. Elliah is the only daughter of Mr. Romualdo Cortez, which is known as one of the richest businessman in Asia. Her mom comitted suicide when she was a kid because she found out that her husband has a mistress. Nang mailibing na ang mommy nya ay doon na nagsimulang tumira sa bahay nila ang kabit ng daddy nya. Kaya naman lumaki syang malayo ang loob sa ama. Hanggang isang araw ay nakilala nya si Andrea, sya ang nagbigay ng dahilan kay Elliah upang magpatuloy sa buhay. Ngunit nagbago rin agad ito nang mahuli nyang may lalaking karelasyon si Andrea.. Dahil sa nangyari ay natakot na syang masanay ulit na may taong nandyan para sa kanya. Sa pagdating ni Zoe sa buhay nya, matutunan kaya nya ulit na mag tiwala? O mananaig ang takot sa puso nya?

In my past life, my sister, Kyra Wood, and I got married at the same time. My husband, Callum Gray, was a navy captain, while hers was a farm director. Both of our husbands shared the same childhood friend—Eliana Sullivan. Kyra and I had the same blood type as Eliana. After she got into an accident, we both donated blood to her. When she woke up, she unexpectedly started being able to hear the thoughts of Kyra and me. Callum and I got into an argument, and I wanted him to apologize. However, Eliana told him that I'd never forgive him, even if I died. On Kyra's wedding anniversary, she decided to ask her husband, Anthony Stone, for a bicycle. However, Eliana told Anthony that Kyra wanted a sports car. Callum thought my personality was too fiery and decided to divorce me. Anthony thought Kyra was too much of a spendthrift and divorced her as well. My sister and I were abandoned and lived in loneliness for the rest of our lives—until we died. When I open my eyes again, I realize that Kyra and I have been reborn. This time, Callum and Anthony can hear our thoughts too.

Menikah dengan mantan rival? Ya atau tidak? Ganaya yang tengah terpepet itu tak punya pilihan selain menerima tawaran pernikahan dari Ginan-- rivalnya semasa kuliah dulu-- demi bisa mendapatkan tempat tinggal secepatnya di kota rantauan. Pernikahan yang sangat mendadak itu tentu saja membuat keduanya perlu beradaptasi dengan segala tingkah dan kebiasaan mereka. Tapi, apa jadinya jika pernikahan yang semula didasari oleh perjanjian itu perlahan mulai tercampur dengan perasaan baru yang sebelumnya tidak pernah dibayangkan sebelumnya? Akankah pernikahan mereka akan terus berjalan seiring dengan perasaan cinta yang terus tumbuh, atau ... justru akan berakhir setelahnya? Ditambah dengan fakta baru yang Ganaya dapatkan tentang Ginan membuat gadis itu tak percaya dengan apa yang sedang terjadi. Bagaimana kisah mereka selengkapnya? Ikuti kisah mereka di sini.

Isabel Rodriguez is working as a journalist for six years and she was assigned to interview Callix Montero who is a well-known businessman. Callix Montero is not only a businessman, he's also a billionaire. He's handsome. He's hot. A lot of women are fantasizing him. Unang kita pa lang niya dito ay aminado na siya sa sarili niya na gusto na niya ito. Akala ni Isabel ay mai-interview na niya ang guwapong si Callix ng araw na 'yon ngunit hindi pa pala. Callix told her that he'll only allow her to interview him if she would have sex with him. Hindi siya puwedeng magsumbong sa editor-in-chief nila dahil nalaman niya na pamangkin si Callix nito. Kahit magsumbong siya ay wala siyang magagawa kundi ang pumayag sa gusto nito. Pumayag si Isabel na makipag-sex kay Callix para ma-interview ito. Mahal niya ang kanyang trabaho at kapag hindi niya nagawa 'yon ay posibleng mawalan siya ng trabaho. Dahil sa pagpayag niyang 'yon sa nais na mangyari ni Callix ay tuluyan na ngang nagbago ang takbo ng buhay niya. Habang tumatagal na nakakasama niya ito ay mas lalong lumalalim ang nararamdaman niya? Ano'ng gagawin niya? Is he the perfect man for her or a perfect man to destroy her life forever?

My sister-in-law, Cynthia Ziegler, has my name written on her cancer diagnosis report. As such, the entire Ziegler family assumes that I'm the one with cancer. Overnight, my husband, Leonard Ziegler, sends a text message to his mistress, Irene Ludlow. "Our time will soon come! That old bat is about to die at last, so I'll finally be able to marry you!" My grandmother, Amanda Powell, cries and clings onto my hand, begging me not to seek treatment. She is not only discussing with Leonard on how best to split my insurance money after my death but also employing various methods to hasten my death. However, they are all unaware that Cynthia used my medical insurance card when she went for her physical examination. I feign sadness and nod with tears in my eyes. "I won't seek treatment, Mom. Let's not seek treatment no matter who is diagnosed with cancer."

My younger sister Avery Denning's fiance, Timothy Lane, is injured by a raging bull on the eve of their wedding. Timothy ends up impotent because of the incident. Refusing to marry an impotent man, Avery flees from the wedding. I gaze at Timothy, abandoned, along with my humiliated parents. My parents then beg me to marry Timothy instead, to which I agree. Since marrying Timothy, I've shouldered the burden of juggling household chores and outside work, working tirelessly from morning till night. He miraculously recovers from his impotence and even becomes the wealthiest man in town. But Avery suddenly returns on the day Timothy is officially announced as the wealthiest man in Greenwood Vale. She sobs as she explains that she didn't flee the wedding of her own will. Instead, Avery claims that I had tricked her into going into the mountains to search for a miraculous berry that could cure Timothy's impotence. She also claims that I had struck her unconscious on said mountain range. Timothy immediately believes Avery's lies. He angrily slaps me and even tosses me into a river to drown. My words fall on deaf ears, and I swiftly pull Timothy and Avery down into the river with me. When I next wake up, I am back to the day of my wedding to Timothy. This time, Avery shows up, too. But what they don't know is that without me, Timothy will never recover from his impotence nor become the wealthiest man in Greenwood Vale.

I called my wife, a forensic specialist, after learning that my in-laws were involved in a car accident. It was on the 80th call that she finally answered, "I'm just trying to celebrate Justin's birthday for him. What's wrong with you? Can you not get jealous over just about anything?" I informed her that Mom, Dad, and sister had died in a car accident, and that she should hurry back to arrange for their funeral. To my surprise, she scoffed at my suggestion and replied, "What does your family's death have to do with me?" She was not involved in the funeral arrangements at all. On top of that, she even falsified evidence for her love interest—the culprit who killed her family—in court as a forensics specialist. Eventually, on the day I informed her of my intention to divorce, she threw a fit. "Patrick, it's just the death of a few of your family members. Justin didn't do it on purpose. It was just an accident. "Moreover, it's because of your parents' and sister's carelessness on the road that led to the accident. Why are you making things difficult for me and insisting on divorce? I've truly misjudged you…" Noticing the indignance in her response, I finally understood. It seemed she had no idea that it was her family that died in the accident all this while.

I was never a novel person. Honestly? I couldn’t care less about them. That is, until “Three Hearts, One Love”... the reverse harem novel that took over the world… shoved itself into my life. Everywhere I turned: malls, newsfeeds, radios, TVs… Even the old lady at the bus stop was raving about it. Out of pure annoyance… and a little curiosity… I bought a copy, planning to skim it just enough to say it was overrated. Big mistake. Huge. One minute I was rolling my eyes at the melodrama, the next I woke up inside the story — not as the beloved heroine, of course. No, fate made me Luna Graves: the pathetic and miserable, jealous best friend doomed to crash and burn spectacularly by the end of the novel. With no way out, I figured I'd play my part, die dramatically, and call it a day. But then something weird happened. Scenes shifted. Strangers walked onto the page. And the swoon-worthy male leads? They stopped chasing the heroine... and started chasing me. Me. The villain. This wasn’t in the script... and I was definitely not ready.

My marriage to Bryan wasn’t perfect, but it was never bad enough for me to want him dead. Yet when he was brutally murdered in a hotel room, every finger pointed at me. His family accused me. The world believed them I spent months behind bars for a crime I didn’t commit. My empire crumbled. My only child now sees me as a murderer. I was bullied, broken, and forgotten until Damon stepped back into my life. Damon, my ex-lover, is now fighting to clear my name. He has one goal: to set me free. But he has another theory, one more shocking than the accusation itself, My Husband could be faking his death to make me suffer and start a new life with his mistress . Freedom didn’t make life easier. Outside those prison walls, I’m paying for my husband’s mistakes while battling for custody of my son, his family took everything from me but what if i turned everything around in my favour? And the question haunting me remains: Or how long was my supposed dead husband going to keep hiding?

My boy friend Caleb Ford's childhood sweetheart, Julia Leclair, is losing her hair from chemotherapy. So, he orders me to cut mine off and make her a wig. "Julia's allergic to synthetic wigs. You've been growing your hair for ten years—it's perfect." I refuse, but his friends tie me down. Someone shaves my head to the scalp, buzzing through my thick, glossy hair until nothing's left but a butchered mess. Julia sits in her wheelchair and laughs, saying I look like a toad. Caleb smiles and nods in agreement. He adds with a chuckle, "It's just some hair. Was that really necessary?" But back when I was bullied for having uneven, choppy short hair for six straight years, it was he who stood in front of me. He had his arms spread wide as he shielded me from harm. Now he's the one wielding the blade. One by one, their little circle chimes in. They tell me not to hold a grudge against someone who's sick. Caleb snaps impatiently, "Stop trying to talk sense into her. She can get lost! Did you see that fit she threw over a few strands of hair? It's not like they won't grow back." I turn around and walk away. I never look back. Later, I hear that Caleb begs for my forgiveness by kneeling his way up 9000 steps until his knees are ruined.